04 December 2015

Jennifer Field - Astaroth - Blog Tour

Abigale
Colebrook married a man she thought would sweep her off her feet and into the
lap of luxury. Only, the man he portrayed was very different from the man he
really was. Dark secrets lay within the Colebrook Estate and she finds herself
being used as nothing more than a pawn in Lairds' sick
games.

That is, until a handsome
stranger rings their
doorbell.

He was sent by Pesta to meet
Laird Colebrook and locate the legendary statue of Asher and Faye, but no relic
could compare to the blonde beauty that swept into his
heart.

The moment he laid eyes on
Abigale Colebrook, he knew he had to have her. And the moment he kissed her, he
knew no one would get in his way. It didn’t matter that her husband
was the very man he came to do business with, the very man who controlled her
every move.

He was Astaroth, one of the
seven princes of the underworld, commander of forty legions, and the leader of
the seven armies--no one could take from him what he
desired.

He turned and smiled down at
Abby. Her beauty would steal his heart, if he even had one worth stealing.
“Well, it’s an Imp, they aren’t very high up on
the demonic food chain. I’m really looking for something a lot more
special with amazing beauty and uniqueness. Not unlike yourself.” His
hand came up and brushed along the side of her
cheek.

Her
eyes closed and her face nuzzled against his hand, a gentle smile spreading
across her lips. “Laird asked me to come down here and show you what
he has to offer.”

“Did he now? Well, I
guess I’m luckier than I thought.” He held out his hand for
her to take. If he was going to walk beside a beautiful woman, then he was
going to touch her in any way he
could.

She glanced down at his large,
outstretched hand, contemplating whether or not she should take it. After all,
he was a guest, and obviously foreign. Perhaps it was customary for guests to
hold hands in his country. Okay, she was grasping at straws, but any excuse she
had to touch this magnificent man, she was surely going to take. She placed her
small hand into his and they began walking the long length of
storage.

As they walked hand in hand, it
became apparent he was looking for something
specific.

“So, Roth, that’s
an unusual first
name?”

“My actual name is
Astaroth, but it’s a mouthful, so I go by
Roth.”

“Astaroth, as in a
prince of Hell coming forth in the shape of a fouled angel, sitting upon an
infernal dragon, carrying a viper in his right hand?” She smiled up
at him and gave a curt laugh as she spoke. Who would name their child Astaroth?
How odd.

“I haven’t
actually ridden a dragon in years, but that’s
me.”

She had to laugh at his
statement. “Oh, really?” She stopped and pulled back, yet
didn’t release his hand to look him up and down.

“Are you saying I
don’t look like a prince of Hell?” He looked down at his
casual jeans, boots, and black t-shirt. Not exactly the attire of royalty, but
showing up with a crown made of human bones would probably scare her off, and
that was the last thing he wanted to
do.

She stood on her tiptoes and
ran her hand along the scruff on his face. “Hmm, I’ll give
you the devilish good looks and charm, that’s for
sure.”

His hand came up and covered
hers. “Is that all you’ll give me?”

His words sent a flood of heat
to her belly and a tingle of anticipation between her legs. There was no
denying his meaning as he spoke to her. He wanted much more than to just hold
her hand. The moment seemed to last an eternity as they silently stared into
each other’s eyes, neither wanting to be the first to break
contact.

Neither one could answer the
question, but the answer was the same for both of them. Each would give the
other anything they could ever want, all either had to do was ask, and there
would be no turning back.

Their moment was interrupted by
the sound of footsteps coming down the long aisle they were standing in. Abby
knew it was Laird; he had a very distinct and powerful walk. She tried to pull
away, fearful her husband would find them in a near embrace, but Roth pulled
her in closer. So close, their bodies were now flush from chest to knee.

“When can I see you
again?” His voice was barely above a whisper, nothing that would ever
be overheard, especially by human
ears.

“You can’t,
I’m sorry.”

Twice
Lost (#1) – Released Sept 15, 2014

**NABE Pinnacle Book
Achievement Award Winner for Summer 2015 Best Book in the Category of Romance
Fantasy**

Jenna Thanatos thought she was ordinary; just your everyday
girl with a healthy sexual appetite and a few kinks to boot. After moving to
Maine to be closer to her boyfriend, Kyle, Jenna was starting a new chapter in
her life. Little did she know, this chapter had more to offer than she ever
thought possible. One night of fun exhibitionism turns Jenna’s world
upside down and shoves her face first into a world she never knew existed.
Harbinger. Female Harbinger. The thing of legends, a myth foretold by ancient
seers, but it couldn’t be true. She was just her. Besides, things
like that didn’t exist. After being kidnapped, shot at, chased, and
sprouting wings, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Timoteus, an ancient Harbinger, has been searching for Jenna
for years after finding out that she truly did exist, keeping a long-term
promise to an old friend to watch over his family line. His duties were to
protect her, train her, and make the foretold prophecy come to fruition. After
saving Jenna, they find themselves still being hunted, landing Tim right in the
middle of an operation he never dreamed could exist.

Benneit Colebrook took over his father’s business
after his death last year. When the mention of a female Harbinger was whispered
in his ear, he knew he had to have the rare and precious being to add to his
collection. And, he would do anything to get her.

Jenna now finds herself in an underground compound with two
sexy as hell men, hiding away from the people hell-bent on taking her. Why? She
has no clue. Yesterday she was normal, today she’s not only in a
fight for her life, but also the lives of all beings that have been
disappearing for centuries.

Will Jenna be able to accept who she is and face this new
world head-on, or will everything come crumbling down before she has a fighting
chance?

Tyberius Frelser, Professor of
Theology & Ancient Greek History and Harbinger of Death, has lived in
Boston for the past three-hundred years, deciding to stay in his beloved city
after the death of his wife, a tragedy that broke his heart. As a Harbinger, he
is a tortured man, sentenced to a life he never asked for. As a professor, he
is well renowned for his difficult curriculum and grading system. Upon flipping
through student profiles, Tye comes across one he finds more than
intriguing.

Margret Cole is a quiet,
understated Grad student at Boston University, dreading the final class she
needs to complete her doctorate in Ancient Religion. Since her
mother’s untimely death when she was only twelve years old, she has
suffered from nightmarish visions. Though the scene of her vision has always
been the same, the battle between good and evil has become more clear over the
years. And, at the center of this battle, are deep brown eyes and a handsome
face that have haunted her for as long as she can remember.

Fascination and curiosity lead
Tye and Margret on a path of exploration into not only her visions, but her
bed, something neither have the desire to stop. But there is another player in
this game, a powerful force with an agenda of their
own.

Can Tye convince Margret that
her visions are more special than she realizes before it’s too late,
or will she ultimately become Tye’s
Undoing?

She currently lives in Western
Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that makes her who she truly is. As
an avid mountain climber & hiker it is not unusual for her to be
hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk Mountain ranges.
During the off-season of climbing, also known as winter, she attends the New
England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze (think Cirque
rather than Circus).

She’s an only child
so has her mother to thank for her over active imagination and knack for storytelling.
Over the years she's written several short stories of the
"naughty" nature. But had never envisioned herself as a
writer. Just someone who enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to
time.